Chapter Three: Turbulent Desires

How can he look at me like that? Like he knows what I'm thinking?. Exhaustion finally claimed her, pulling her into a restless sleep.

Ronan loomed over her in the dim cabin light, his massive frame crowding the seat. His thumb brushed her breast through the thin fabric of her blouse, circling the hardening nipple until it peaked, straining against the material. He squeezed, folding the soft flesh in his palm, kneading it roughly as his mouth descended lower.

'Oh my god,' she moaned, arching into his touch. His tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of her pants before he yanked them down, exposing her soaked pussy to the cool air.

He dove in without hesitation, lips sealing around her clit, sucking hard while his tongue plunged deep, lapping at her folds. She tasted herself on the air—salty, sweet—as he ate her out with feral hunger, growls vibrating against her core. Her fingers tangled in his dark hair, pushing him closer, hips bucking as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.

She threw her head back, gasping, the mate bond thrumming like a live wire, making every lick feel like fire. His free hand gripped her thigh, spreading her wider, fingers digging into her skin as he devoured her, tongue fucking her relentlessly. Cum dripped down her ass, soaking the seat, her walls clenching around nothing but aching for his cock.

'Announcement: The plane is experiencing some turbulence. Fasten your seatbelts.' The voice crackled, followed by a jolt that ripped her from the dream.

Aurelia bolted upright, the alarm blaring beside her bed, a relic from her Brooklyn days, its shrill tone mocking her. Sunlight streamed through the curtains; it was morning already. Her sheets twisted around her legs, damp at the crotch from the dream's aftermath.

She groaned, burying her face in her hands. I can't believe I'm having a wet dream about my soon-to-be stepdad. The taboo burned in her cheeks, but her body betrayed her, nipples still tight, pussy throbbing with residual need.

She grabbed her phone, firing off a quick text to Mira: Girl, you won't believe the dream I had. Call me ASAP. Glancing at the time—8:00 AM—she had 45 minutes before her intro at the tech firm downtown.

No time to dwell. She swung her legs out of bed, padding to the bathroom. The shower's hot spray washed away the night's sweat, but not the image.

Dressed in a sleek corporate sheath, navy blue hugging her curves, knee-length but fitted enough to accentuate her ass, she stepped into black heels that clicked authoritatively on the floor. She twisted her blonde hair into a messy bun, a few strands escaping to frame her face, then headed downstairs. The aroma of breakfast hit her: bacon sizzling, coffee brewing. Her stomach growled.

The dining table was set with a full spread eggs, toast, fruit courtesy of whatever staff her mom employed now that she was shacking up with a billionaire. Aurelia slid into a chair, dishing out a generous portion and digging in, fork scraping porcelain as she shoveled food to distract from the lingering ache between her legs.

A shadow fell over her back, large and imposing. Before she could turn, fingers brushed her neck, deftly pulling the hairband free. Her bun unraveled, golden waves cascading down her back and over her shoulders, tickling her skin. She froze, fork midway to her mouth, and twisted to see Ronan standing there, holding the band like a trophy. Shirtless again, fuck, did he ever wear clothes —his tattooed chest on full display, muscles rippling as he breathed.

Her eyes widened in question, mouth too full of eggs to speak. What the hell?

He leaned in closer, voice a low rumble that sent shivers straight to her core. 'You look hot this way. And no turbulence can make me stop eating.' He winked at her.

She choked, the words hitting like a gut punch. Coughs wracked her body as she pounded her chest, sputtering. Is this guy in my head? How could he know about the dream, The mate bond pulsed, a secret tether yanking her toward him, making her clit twitch even as panic flared, yet she doesn’t understand what is happening.

Footsteps echoed from the stairs. Selene descended, radiant in a silk robe, her dark hair tousled from sleep or whatever they'd been up to last night.

Ronan straightened, a smirk curling his lips as he pocketed the hairband. He sauntered to the other side of the table, pulling out a chair for her with gentlemanly flair.

'Morning, beautiful,' he murmured, drawing Selene close. His mouth claimed hers in a deep kiss, tongue visibly delving as his hand slid down to squeeze her ass, fingers digging into the flesh through the thin fabric. He kneaded it possessively, right there in the open, the smack of lips and Selene's soft hum filling the room.

'Stop,' Selene giggled, swatting his chest half-heartedly, but she pressed into him, her body molding to his.

Aurelia sat frozen, traumatized by the display. Her soon-to-be stepdad groping her mom like she wasn't even there? Jealousy twisted in her gut, sharp and irrational.

She forced words out, voice strained. 'Morning, Mom.'

She shoved back from the table, plate clattering, and bolted for the exit. 'Mom, I'm with one of your car keys!' she called over her shoulder, slamming the door behind her without waiting for a reply. The cool morning air hit her face, grounding her as she hurried to the garage.

The small sports car—a sleek red number her mom had mentioned in passing—purred to life under her hands. She peeled out, tires crunching gravel, and cranked the stereo. Cardi B's 'WAP' blasted through the speakers, the beat thumping in time with her heartbeat. 'Wet ass pussy, make that pullout game weak...' Aurelia rapped along, windows down, wind whipping her loose hair. It was cathartic, shaking off the house's tension, but Ronan's words echoed. Her thighs squeezed together.

Her phone rang, cutting the music. Mira's name flashed on the dashboard screen. Aurelia hit accept via Bluetooth. 'Hey, girl, are you at your job already?'

'On my way now,' Aurelia replied, weaving through traffic. A horn blared; she flipped the bird without looking. 'I think Mr. Ronan is creepy.' She made a face, knowing Mira could picture it.

'Creepy? What do you mean?' Mira muffled a laugh, the sound bubbling through the line.

'I know you want to laugh, but hear me out.'

'Okay, I'm all ears.'

Aurelia merged onto the highway, the city skyline looming. 'So, I had a wet dream about him last night.'

'Girl, you did what?' Mira screamed, cutting her off, voice pitching high with shock and delight.

'Mira, hear me out!' Aurelia laughed too, the absurdity loosening the knot in her chest.

'Okay, go on.'

'Okay, after the dream, I got ready and went down to eat. Then he said to me, "No turbulence can make me stop."'

'Oh, make me understand here.' Mira's tone dripped drama; Aurelia could see her leaning in, eyes wide.

Aurelia gripped the wheel tighter, heat flushing her face even in the car. 'Okay, in the dream, he was eating me out on a plane. Then we experienced turbulence, but I woke up due to the alarm.'

'Oh my fucking Chizzy hot god! Get that dick, bby!'

'Shut up, Mira!' Aurelia replied, smiling weirdly despite herself, a mix of embarrassment and thrill.

Ronan's face flashed, those dark eyes, that smirk—as she imagined him bending her over the dining table instead.

'I will call you later; I'm at the company now.' She cut the call, pulling into the underground lot of the towering glass building. Parking neatly between lines, she killed the engine, hands trembling slightly.

The tech job was her fresh start, coding, innovation, normalcy. She grabbed her bag and stepped out, heels echoing in the concrete space.

The lobby buzzed with suited professionals, the scent of coffee and ambition thick. Aurelia checked in at reception, her ID badge clipped to her dress. HR orientation at 8:45, the email said. She had time to compose herself, smoothing her hair, still loose, thanks to him and pushing down the dampness in her panties.

But as she rode the elevator up, alone, her mind wandered back.

What if the dream wasn't just fantasy? The way he'd looked at her last night, fucking her mom while holding her gaze... it was deliberate, teasing. Her nipples hardened against the fabric, and she crossed her arms, willing the arousal away. He's your mom's fiancé, stop.

The doors dinged open on the 15th floor. A perky woman in a pantsuit greeted her: 'Aurelia Nightbane? Welcome to Innovatech. Follow me.'

The tour blurred—open-plan desks, whiteboards scrawled with algorithms, a break room stocked with energy drinks. Aurelia nodded along, her tech brain engaging despite the distraction. She was good at this: patterns, logic.

By 10 AM, she was at her assigned desk, firing up the dual monitors. The first task: debugging a neural network script. Her fingers flew over the keys, but every few minutes, her phone buzzed—Mira, of course: Get that D! But seriously, be careful. Creepy hot is still creepy.

Aurelia snorted, typing back: Tell me about it. Lunch loomed, but her mind drifted to the house. Would Ronan be there when she returned? Touching her mom again, or worse, seeking her out? The thought made her squirm in her chair, pussy clenching at the forbidden promise. Ronan's chaos defied code; he was a virus in her system, rewriting her desires.

The day stretched, meetings and code reviews piling up, but the undercurrent remained. As the clock hit 5 PM, she packed up, heels aching but resolve firm. Driving home, 'WAP' played again, but she skipped it this time. No more rapping to wet dreams.